Sara has a kick-ass
life—loyal friends, a house in San Francisco, and an amazing job as a virtual
assistant. It's perfect…except that Sara doesn’t actually exist. She’s just a
borrowed name that Andi Clark hides behind. Using a fake identity lets Andi
stay safely shielded behind the screen of her computer and concealed from the
real world. With her history, pretending to be someone she’s not is the only
way Andi can make up for the mistakes of her past. Not exactly ideal, but hey,
no one’s life is perfect.

Actually...

Hayden Bennett’s
life is pretty damn perfect. He’s married to a beautiful woman, lives in a
luxury apartment, and is prepped to take over the multi-million dollar company
his father built.

Perfect...except that his wife is madly in love with someone
else, his career is meaningless, and he’s forgotten how to live, let alone be
happy. But when Hayden hires a new virtual assistant named Sara, her sharp wit
and intelligence leaves him wanting something more. Something real. Something
incredible.

Two people need to
wake up to understand how perfect they are...for each other. If they can't, any
chance either of them have of finding a happily ever after will be virtually
impossible.

~~~~~

This
highly-anticipated sequel to DARKER WATER is a standalone contemporary romance
inspired by Sleeping Beauty. VIRTUALLY IMPOSSIBLE is Hayden and Andi's story,
and this is how their fairytale begins:

Once upon a time
there was a woman who made the mistake of trusting the wrong man. And that
mistake led to another. And another and another, each more damaging than the
last. But the woman was as ignorant of her mistakes as she was of the damage
they caused. Until she was punished for them.

Around the same
time, but in a totally separate part of the city, lived a noble man and his
beautiful wife. Though their castle was the envy of all, its empty halls echoed
of loneliness and regret. For the man had lived his entire life asleep, and
both of them remained silent of who they truly were and what they truly wanted.
And then one day, the woman entered the man's life and forced him to awaken...

~Andi~

Today’s torture was ‘spinning’.
Seriously, who comes up with this shit? Twenty-five sweaty women pay good money
to ride fake bikes while horrible music blares and a man in tight spandex
shorts yells at us for being lazy. And we do this by choice? Even worse, we
actually had to sign up in advance for this crap, just to get a spot.

“Do you want to press charges?”
Emilia asked about a mile in. At least, I’m assuming we’ve gone a mile. I
wouldn’t be sweating this much otherwise, right?

“What are you talking about?” I
yelled back. Thankfully—and I use the word in the most ironic way—we’d gotten
to the class early enough to snag two bikes next to each other. But even so,
screaming was necessary.

“Hayden Bennett.”

“Hayden?” My guess is that she waited
until now so that I’d have no more oxygen flow to my brain and wouldn’t be able
to understand what she was talking about. Well, boy was she wrong—I wouldn’t
have known what she was talking about five minutes ago. Did that mean we could
stop now?

“I’m not sure how we’ll do it without
your name coming up, Andi. But if you want to press changes, I’ll support you.”

“You have no idea how confused I am
right now.” And I couldn’t blame a runner’s high because we’re biking to nowhere.
Plus, I don’t actually know what a runner’s high feels like. It’s supposed to
make this easier, isn’t it? And not so excruciating? “Why would I press charges
against anyone, let alone Hayden?”

“Sexual harassment doesn’t have to be
physical, Andi. It can be verbal too.”

I stopped spinning and waited for her
to follow. Because obviously, I wasn’t the one with impeded oxygen flow. “He
didn’t sexually harass me physically or verbally, Emilia. Why would you think
that?”

The instructor yelled at me, his voice
the only sound more piercing than the music. “Don’t stop now! We got a long way
to go!”

He was kidding, right? We weren’t going
anywhere. But, evident by the amount of glares I saw in the room, everyone else
seemed to think I was holding back our journey or something, so I started
pedaling again.

Emilia wiped her hair from her face.
“First, you tell me to reassign him because you thought you might have crossed
a line—which I totally didn’t believe, by the way and why I tried so hard and
so successfully to talk you out of it.” She puffed out a few breaths as if she
were in labor. No irony there. “But if my advice pushed you into something
harassment-ish, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“There’s only one thing you should
never forgive yourself for, and that’s making me do this class. But you didn’t
miss anything where Hayden is concerned. Or was concerned. Promise.” I
crossed my heart, holding it an extra moment to make sure it wouldn’t explode.
I swear someone told me exercise was supposed to be healthy. Liars.

“I figured, but I had to ask.” Her
non-pause made me wonder about the honesty of our relationship. But before I
could call her on it, she started talking again. Well, huffing and puffing and
talking again. “Especially after he called and practically begged me to
convince you to work for him again. For more money, too.”

“He begged you? Are you sure you’re
not getting him mixed up with one of the other men who can’t live without me?”
At least that’s what I tried to say—my wheezing probably made some of
the words incomprehensible. “I don’t think Hayden has needed to beg for
anything in his entire life.”

Lauren Stewart grew
up reading Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, James Clavell, Piers Anthony, and Agatha
Christie, which explains why she can't seem to stick to one genre at a time.
She loves emoticons and hates when people speak in the third person, so...

I got to the more
romantic stuff pretty late, but romance was what changed me from an obsessed
reader into an obsessed reader AND writer. I think my writing style comes from
a mash-up of my early favorites and my new ones, women like JR Ward, Karen
Marie Moning, Nalini Singh, Charlaine Harris, and Janet Evanovich. Wow, how
much would you pay to be invited to that dinner party?

I want to make
people think, cry, and giggle, not necessarily all at the same time (although
it's great when it happens). In every one of my books, you'll find elements of
other genres - fantasy, mystery, romance, paranormal, suspense, YA, women's
literature, all with a touch of humor and a lot of sarcasm.